When Chang Le hurried and rushed all the way back to Tianjian Peak, the sun was already slanting westward, hanging on the edge of the sky as if about to fall.
The setting sun had lost its heat, and that orange-red great ball could now be looked at directly. The setting sun fell upon the peach trees, bathing the trees, the flowers, and the person beneath the trees in a brilliant red hue.
Xiaobai, who had been lying down, abruptly raised its head. Its nose twitched gently, and it let out a soft whine. Then, lowering its head once more, it cautiously bit the hem of the nearby person's garment and nudged her in a certain direction.
Chapter 42